Train and the Tranquil lessons

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Have you ever thought your life is so tough and hard? Every morning of my day begins with the birds chirping and continues with the whizzling of the train sound. Getting freshen up and chasing the train is as equal to that of pursuing one’s goals in life.  My dad drops me at the station and I find the life is becoming so simple as I get to the station before the train arrives but there are days, I need to walk by myself for at least 2 kilometers in order to reach the railway station. I Don’t get exhausted by the long walks but rather feel unfortunate exactly to have witness the train already leaving from the station and I do hear the sound of the train about to leave while I walk through the streets. The platform number of the respective destinations will be announced some minutes back. The passengers moved To and Fro from platform number 2 and platform number 3 after mislead by the announcement for three times wrongly. I saw the group of working men yelling in the ticket counter for constantly making people move. Losing one’s temper in the public isn’t that normalizing but the moment he told “Can’t you see the blind man crossing the flyover these many times?”. This strike my mind that minor inconveniences in life doesn’t mean the whole day is gloomy and dark, he sets an example that amidst the darkness of his life he chooses to color it with his hard work and determination. He held his white cane as his guide to move around the world and make wonders but I saw the two fish shaped vision walking in the middle of the tracks unbothered the general public shouted “the train is coming move aside move”. We don’t realize being present mentally is as important as our lives. Getting carried away in the thoughts of sorrows, responsibilities, memories, self and so on makes one occupied but living in the present makes every second counted.

 I get down at the station and feel relaxed going back home but the moment I see peddlers foot boarding to sell their items their days seem more tiring than mine and it’s a long run for them, in the sense to just experience and meet their basic human necessities.

I wear the identity card of the most prestigious institution and wearing it gives me boost to become a better person everyday but what about the Girl who maybe in her 20s wearing neck full of beaded chains and kurathi jewelry? Doesn’t it seem so weird why they are not still given proper facilities in every aspect it could be food, shelter, clothes and education. Are we even the sufferers? Her dazzling eyes could speak more than a million sad stories. Moving closer to the exist door of the train doesn’t panic me but the more teen girls carrying vegetables, accessories, fruits does, when I carried books in their age they carry huge responsibilities.  While I lost toys in my young age they lost their innocence.  

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